Plainly,
she dressed,
she spoke.
She seemed

forgettable:
lost name,
blurry face.
There was

nothing
to be done—
to be known.
They say they

would have,
had they seen,
had they heard.
Ignorance hadn’t

Stopped it
spreading further,
Infecting more.
Keeping casualties

from happening.
Bearing witness,
staying silent,
pleases beasts

sometimes.
Not for long,
always more—
she had enough

bad things
for a lifetime.
Stole theirs—
Annihilations

just happen.

∼ Lydia Prime

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